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Sleeping Lizard On a summer afternoon
A lizard in a tree limb sleeps in the sun
Its skin the shade of weathered bronze
A hue of slight variation from the foliage nearby
That frames the stillness of its form
And like a metal sculpture
Heated and hammered within a forge
With ridges and peaks beaten down its back
While only the leaves move
Ever so slightly in the breeze
Until the slow movement of one round eye
Rolling in a socket up and down
Forward and aft while the tongue blinks
Blinding quick and flashing forked
Like the lightning from a summer storm
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